This is a song about "Gangs violence drugs money streets and corners"

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

And my condition to start violence

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids